A Collection of Short Stories

There had never been a worse time to sneeze. And as the blood trickled down the side of his face, and he started to slip away, he could see the blurred figures, and he could hear the voices, screaming, screeching his name. Everything became dark, and he fell into unconsciousness.


“Stop copying me.,” I growled at the now guilty-looking boy behind me.

“I-I’m not copying,” he stuttered, hiding his paper from me.

“Y-yes, you are,” I mocked, turning around to face him, “And if you do it one more time, you’ll be more concerned about your health then your grades.”


“Oh, my god, that’s disgusting,” she said, turning her head away from the bug he was shoving in her face. She took a couple steps back, refusing to look at it.

“Aw, cmon, it’s not even poisonous.”

“No!” she cried, “It could bite me… plus I hate spiders!!!”

“Who said it was a spider?”


“Help me pack, or get out. You’re in the way.”

She sobbed in despair, “Please, don’t leave, I’m-”

“You’re what? Sorry? It’s a little too late for that.”

She grabbed the other girl’s arm in desperate attempt to get her to stay. “But I am, I really am, I didn’t mean-”

She shoved her out of the way, jaw set in a tight line. “Goodbye.”


“Am – Am I still not worth that much to you?” He asked, anger adding a sharp edge to his words.

She let a soft sigh escape her, clearly exasperated. “It’s not that, it’s just- I’m really tired, that’s all, I wasn’t tryi-”

“You were tired? That’s the excuse I get?”


“I need to tell you something.” She said with a quivering voice

“Ok,” he responded, looking up from his phone. He waited for her to continue. She didn’t.

Instead, she pulled something out of her pocket… A gun? She brought it level to his face, tears already staining her cheeks.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered, and within seconds, he was gone.


She didn’t know why her hands were shaking. She had prepared herself for this her whole life, This was her purpose. Then why did she feel so scared? Why was she starting to doubt herself? Her parents? She was fine. She took a deep breath and walked down the aisle.


“Why’d she yell?” the child asked

“I guess I did something wrong….?” he responded, equally confused.

She spun around on her heels, glaring eyes boring holes into his skin. “You guess?” She hissed, spitting on him and not caring. “You guess that you did something wrong?!” She let out a hysterical laugh, “You f-” she glanced over at the child and then back at him, “ You fricking cheated, cheated, on me!” Her voice was now rushed and higher than usual,

His eyes widened in surprise and fear.  “I-”

“You NOTHING!!!” She cried, starting to sob, “There is no excuse for this!”

He opened his mouth to respond.

“No. Excuse,” she stated, her voice deadly silent.


Everything’s on fire. It’s all blazing hot and fiery red, and everything burns. She could smell the smoke, a thick scent of melted paint and scorched wood and cigarettes. The bitter smell enters her nostrils and it nearly chokes her with its strength. She could smell something else, like copper Then, as she struggled forward on all fours, trying not to breathe, the pain hit her. And it hit her hard.


“You promised me, no more massacres!”

She pouted, sticking her tongue out at him. “You’re no fun,” she whined, adjusting her zebra-print glasses.

He turned around to face her. “I said no to murdering the president, I said no to blowing up South Korea, I said no to killing all of the polar bears in Antarctica -,”

“Polar bears are freaking evil,” she grumbled

“-I said no to the destruction of the E.U., I said no to a two-on-two fight to the death with those thugs in Indonesia,”

She crossed her arms and looked away,

“And I am saying no to the slaying of the Columbians!”

“Okay, Okay,” she mumbled, popping her gum. “But can we at least rob that bank over there?” She pointed.

That’s my girl,” he said rubbing her head. He shot her a toothy smile, “Ready?”

“Pfft, am I?”


Whoop! My first post in weeks (months?) and it’s a bunch of short stories because I have no ideas. I used a lot (a LOT) of prompts, links to them here: Spider-writing: 100 Writing PromptsPrompt Bank: One-Line Prompts, and Promptsblog.

Yay for short stories and prompts and the fact that I still have no idea how to end blog posts!! 🙂


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